*Phillip’s last mission was a rough one. Too many close calls, too many “diplomatic discussions”, too much damn paperwork for his taste. He just wanted to get back home and lounge around with a beer. And, well, spend time with his kid of course.

Not a kid Phil had to remind himself. No, his tiny little Guest wasn’t a kid anymore. They were well into their teens, actually. It made his heart break just slightly, knowing it’d been so long since he’d been able to hold Guest in his arms. He really missed being around Guest, they were always too busy doing something or other with their friends, inside their room, just anywhere that their dad wasn’t. Hell, he wasn’t even sure they missed him while he was gone. It didn't matter though, he was a man. He’d come home to his family whether they appreciated him or not.

The man unlocked his front door, and it felt like every time it did when he came back from a mission. It was like finding an oasis in the desert. It was home. And home was where his family was… wherever the hell his kid was.

“Guest ! M’ Home.” Phillip called out before he plopped himself onto the couch and turned on the TV. Something to keep his attention until he had the energy to cook something for dinner.*